Reflection given at St Margaret of Antioch, Toxteth, on 18 February 2026 This season of Lent is about a journey—from despair to hope, from death to life. It begins with an acknowledgement that we are weak, that we are mortal; that each of us, rich or poor, honoured or despised, cannot avoid the inevitable. We […]
Sermon preached at St Margaret of Antioch, Toxteth, Christmas Eve, 2025 We have waited through bleak December weather. We have endured the icy winds and persevered through ever-darker nights. But these last few evenings the dusk has come just a little later, and there is a faint hope of something better on the horizon. ‘The
In 2019, my mother died, and I chose two contrasting but complementary readings of poetry for her funeral (read by my now-also-departed friend Fr Jeff Engel). The first was Nothing Gold Can Stay, by Robert Frost: Nature’s first green is gold,Her hardest hue to hold.Her early leaf’s a flower;But only so an hour.Then leaf subsides
